George Washington High School - Post Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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iri-:-i SENIOR POST I932-E-at THE SEA The breakers as they dash and roar And swish upon the sandy shore, Thrill me. The rocks so tall, so gaunt, so still, Form a rugged, cragged sill Around the sea. The mist that clings so dark and damp That corresponds with the sea gull's chant Is forboding. The dull grey sky that meets the sea Foretells of some calamity Soon to happen. Far out there on the sea's far brim The grey sky is no longer dim, A storm. And so I'll go and leave the sea. By itself it wants to be. I'll come again. -Annabelle Montague BEACH DAYS On the shore, towers banked the skyline. White ocean foam lapped the sandy shoreg Here and there a miniature liner was tossed upon the waves like a ball in the hands of a childg An airplane floated between cloudsg peo- ple moved lazily along the shore walkg Others stretched deathlike on the beach. Pleasure was at low ebb on the Californian coast. -Mary Louella Clark I 20 J

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il SENIOR PDST l932.-1.1-'A' ON VACATION The drug, Vacation, is one of the most powerful known to science. If it is used in the correct way and in small doses, this drug will cure tired feel- ings, frayed nerves, and run down conditions. Indeed many people use it as a general spring tonic. This drug is also instrumental in finding lost tempers and preventing sensless quarreling. Should this narcotic be used to excess, however, the user becomes an addict. And, unfortunately, the habit of taking a vacation all the time is a difiicult one to cure. Observation shows this habit to be more common than it should be. The learned medical men of this century term addicts of this drug Lazy , Psychology teaches us that lazy habits can be broken only by a scare, by a titanic effort of the will, or by the united efforts of all the ad- dict's friends and acquaintances. The latter method is the most commonly used. It is believed that the weakness towards this drug is an inherited one and, though it apparently may be overcome, is ready to crop out at the slightest provocation. THE GYPSY'S SONG I used to be a gypsy Three hundred years ago, With a turbaned head And a dress of red, My sash tied into a bow. We were a roving band I, and my jolly friends, The girls read palms While the men took alms, But nothing would we lend. Our tents were full of relics Many, odd, and queer, Portraits of lovers Bound in green covers Brought smiles to sweethearts sincere. Oh, I was a wandering gypsy Three hundred years ago, With a turbaned head And a dress of red My sash tied into a bow. -Jane Larimer I19l

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'ir-II'-.2 SENIOR POST ISSZI-.:--'....-f I MEET A LIZARD I have a vivid memory of the part of my childhood spent in southeast ern Kentucky. I know how it feels to sit at the edge of a field bordering on a thick tangled woods and listen to the rustle of the wind through the leaves of the trees. I used to walk the freshly plowed furrows and follow with my eyes the clouds, sailing. Sometimes I imagined myself sailing, too, on ones that looked accomodating. But I did not always dream. One day while mother and I were working in the garden, I became fati- gued and perched upon a large old chestnut stump. As I squirmed about for more firm seating on the half rotten snag, I spied lying behind me a lizard more than three inches in length! Before I could get off my perch the crea- ture had scampered up my clothes! From that day to this I have been lizard hearted. 1Sadie Mille,- A WHALE STORY After weeks of methodical packing, Sam and Ilaunched out in our mo- tor boat for a rendezvous on our secret, Pacific island. Although towing our old Ford behind us, we made the voyage in less than record time. Aware of the treachery of tropical twilight, We hastily tied our boat and pitched camp. I hadn't been sleeping long when I was awakened by the most terrible noise. Peering out of our tent, I saw we were in the midst of a hurricaneg I called Sam. Just as we stepped out of the tent, a large tree fell, crushing it to the ground. The rain came down in torrents, trees fell before the fury of the wind. It soon dawned upon us that we had better get an umbrella from the carg and, after barely missing death by falling trees, we finally obtained the umbrella. At dawn, upo-n looking over the wreckage, we found our food and mat.ches soaked to a pulp. Going down to the shore to get Wash water, I espied a flock of geese manoeuvering on the water. Thinking this an excellent chance to have some water-fowl for breakfast, I secured our double-barrled shot gun, and crept back to the water's edge. Placing the gun to my shoulder, I blazed away. When the smoke had cleared, I found that every fowl on the water had been killedg and, what is more, on the surface of the water began to Hoat fish that had been killed by the shot. Moreover, rearing at the debris's edge was the dead body of a whale. Wading out to get the fowl for breakfast, I found, to my utter amazement, the fish suiiiciently thick to bear my weight. Sam, gazing at me from the shore, must have thought I was the Immortal One. As I reached the shore, he reminded me that we had no dry matches. I was addled. 'Ihe Radio! Yes, if Sam would put up the radio, breakfast would i211